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Hello?

WHERE ARE YOU?

Héctor! Hey, look at me.

Look at me. Héctor.

Calm down. Okay? Relax. Breathe.

- You're sure you don't remember? - I said no! Fuck!

We were so fucking drunk.

Fooled around.

When I woke up, I...

Emi, what have I done?

NEW MESSAGE

Remain in the designated areas

until you are called to testify.

It's Iván!

Guys, it's Iván!

Stay there. Stay right there.

- But is he under arrest? - What do you mean, it's Iván?

- Stop. - Where's Iván?

- He's right there! No! - Please!

Please! Let go! That's my best friend. Let me give him a hug.

Someone close that door. Now, please.

- Let me through! Get off. Fuck you. - Come on.

This is too much for Omar.

It's too much for anyone.

But I can't imagine...

After getting the shit beat out of him.

I'm sure holding us here is illegal, isn't it?

You know you can't keep us locked up in here like dogs!

They don't even fucking care.

Speaking of dogs.

Ovidio Martell!

I don't understand why they're doing these interrogations.

They have Iván and Dalmar.

To figure out the killer.

Maybe they aren't quite as convinced as you are.

- It couldn't have been those two. - Yeah, it wasn't.

Nico and I saw them leaving together to meet Joel.

Right, Nico?

What's the matter, coz?

Nico?

Uh? Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I've never seen that. I'm telling you.

Are you sure?

Dalmar, are you sure?

If it wasn't you, then who else would've had a motive to kill him?

Eric and Chloe.

Nico.

Why'd you make them release you early?

I wanted to recover here. With my friends.

Well, don't push yourself.

Sonia, they're innocent.

Iván and Dalmar. They didn't do it.

Obviously, it wasn't them, love. We already know.

I'm not saying they're guilty either.

But the three of them being found together is kind of suspicious.

Joel, dead, and the other two covered in blood?

- Shut your mouth. - Stop. Enough.

Hey, relax.

You won't make me doubt.

You already are.

Sara, what are you doing?

Do us all a favor and go play in traffic, would you?

- Oh, shit! - What's the matter?

- The Alumni. Héctor and Emilia. - What about those two?

- They're the ones. - Huh?

The ones who what?

- We're not understanding you. Spit it out. - What's wrong?

- They attacked me. They did this. - What?

- What the fuck? - Them and their gang.

Oh, they're fucking dead. But why are you just now telling us?

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Oh my God.

Héctor was obsessed with Joel.

And I put myself in his way and gave him shit.

So, I kinda made myself enemy number one with them,

and... and I'm Muslim.

And why didn't you tell the police?

'Cause they'd take Nadia's internship from her.

She got it through Alumni.

With just one call, those Nazis could take everything away.

No, no, no. That won't happen. We'll make sure.

I gotta pee.

I saw the police have your pocket knife.

Fuckin' leave me alone, Nico.

Explain how the fuck it ended up as the murder weapon.

- I don't know shit! - Oh, you don't know? You don't know shit?

It walked from our house to the school all by itself?

Is that what you're saying?

Dude, god damn. I would always believe you were innocent.

It really hurts to know that you don't trust me

and won't return the favor.

Except that I do trust you, dude. I do.

Of course I believe you're innocent.

But I also know you're keeping secrets as usual.

Your weapon is here, and I think you know why.

But you're not telling me anything, man. You're shutting me out.

Eric, please.

All right, look.

Joel was using a video to blackmail Chloe's mother.

And so I wanted to scare him. But that was all. Just fucking scare him!

I knew it! I knew she was involved with it somehow.

It wasn't her fault. The idea was mine.

But you did it for Chloe!

A video of what?

A video suggesting Chloe's mom is the one who killed Raúl.

Son of a bitch!

Hey! Hey!

- Hey! Let him go! Let him go! - Stop it, man!

Leave us alone, you pieces of shit! Stop it!

You and your mother have one more day.

- I'll fucking kill you! - Let's go.

Where did that happen?

At... the secret party thrown by Alumni.

At the what?

There...

there was a party held by Alumni at their club.

Chloe is a member, and Joel...

Joel was as well.

What you smiling about?

Nothing.

I love you.

Oh, Héctor.

What's so funny?

I'm only fucking you to get what I want from you.

Are you okay?

No. Of course not.

You didn't do it.

Even if you were high, you'd remember that.

Are the cops here to question us?

All right. You stay here.

Given the state you're in, it looks like you're screaming, "I did it."

Hey! How was Bilbao? Cool, isn't it?

Shut your fucking mouth!

It was the two of you.

That beat your ass? Yeah. Well, I know that too.

I mean Joel, bitch.

Us? No way, honey.

My brother was, like, in love with him.

Not what I'd call it. More like obsession.

- Same thing? - And you hated him.

He didn't deserve my hate.

I was indifferent.

I'm indifferent to all of you but haven't killed you.

So... you knocked on the wrong door.

Keep knocking, honey. Bye.

I won't stop till you both end up in jail.

What, so I can visit your little buddy Dalmar?

I'm joking. Maybe someone from his tribe will.

As far as I'm concerned, they should just let him rot in jail.

For murder. Because that guy's the murderer.

You can't see it because he's your friend.

Shit, how can you be such a bad person?

Did you know Joel was a whore?

Of course you didn't. You were in a different dimension.

What are you saying?

So great.

Um, yeah. Yeah. He was a whore. Sold his body for money.

And Dalmar worked with him.

Well, of course, if you can call that work.

- No, you're lying. - Ask Chloe, for example.

Or any Alumni.

Maybe Joel had told Iván.

Ask him.

I'm not lying, Aladdin.

Joel was a whore.

And Dalmar was a whore.

And in their line of work, things might have gotten violent.

You know.

Money, drugs, sex, jealousy over clients.

The Black guy must have lost his damn mind,

and... au revoir, Joel.

Accepting that the people we love are not only not perfect

but are also deeply rotten is part of life, my love.

Bye.

We need to gather as many students as we can to defend Iván.

And Dalmar?

Nobody knows who he is.

And everyone knows Iván, so we can save one of the two.

- Save your friend and investor? - Oh, my love.

Honestly? I don't want to fight. I'm not interested.

The more, the better.

You mobilize your followers. I'll use mine.

Yeah, sure.

Post to your Stories right now. Let's go.

- Shit. - What?

I guess I don't have my phone on me.

Why don't you have your phone? Where is it?

I don't know. I must have lost it or something.

Do you not wanna help? What is happening right now?

I do, but I have no idea where my phone went.

I must've left it at the party, or...

- Okay, okay, okay, okay! - I don't know. Hey. Chill out.

Joel and Iván really loved each other.

He couldn't possibly have done it.

Iván would never hurt anyone. Especially someone he adored.

Release Iván.

He's literally the best person in the entire world.

He couldn't possibly have done it.

Joel was his boyfriend. They had life plans together.

Just admit you arrested the wrong man.

When the police interrogate us, tell them that we were home all night.

Emi, if I didn't kill him, then who did?

I don't know. I don't give a shit.

Would you snap the fuck out of it? Joel was killed at Alumni.

We have to get rid of any proof,

any evidence, suspicious crap, whatever,

that would tie it all together.

Otherwise, we're totally fucked.

They've launched a "Free Iván" social media campaign.

Most of the students will testify in his favor.

So what do we do?

We'll have to launch a campaign of our own.

Who's the target?

- The immigrant? - Who?

The Black dude. Omar practically bought it.

And if he'll swallow it, then they all will.

People need a villain.

A specific person with a name.

Someone who, without a doubt, can play the guilty party.

Somewhere they can direct their hate.

And what better option than an illegal?

Omar? Omar, what's the matter?

Hey, what's wrong?

It's okay.

Let me go. Let go.

Why are you still here?

I feel like it's all my fault.

Omar, you were in a coma.

It's what happened with Samu all over again.

- What? - I could've made him more aware.

I mean, I said he'd be destroyed by this place.

That it hypnotizes you by rubbing elbows

with the powerful and the wealthy.

And you think you're one of them, but you aren't.

And you lose sight of things, and it destroys you.

Las Encinas doesn't want us here.

Las Encinas only wants the elite.

The ones it thinks are worthy.

As president of Alumni,

I want to express our sorrow over the terrible murder of Joel.

- An exceptional young man who... - ... will always be in our hearts.

But we also want to raise our voices

against the unfair arrest of Iván.

A great classmate, loved by all,

who's incapable of doing something so terrible.

Least of all to Joel, whom he loved with all his soul.

Don't let Iván pay for what is clearly someone else's actions.

After all, Iván has... money, documentation, a future.

Why would he kill him? It doesn't make any sense.

It was likely done by someone with nothing,

out of necessity.

When you need to survive, you act out of desperation.

We Alumni want to offer Iván our full support.

Thank you.

That's such bullshit.

They're trying to make everyone doubt Dalmar.

Because he's Black and a migrant.

He's the perfect scapegoat.

Someone they can divert all the attention to.

I think you're right. Maybe it was them.

Those bastards.

Where are you going?

You're not ashamed to allow that kind of speech in a school?

Omar, out of all people, you're gonna lecture me on racism?

- Look, Virginia. - Omar.

You no longer attend or work here, and you aren't a witness, okay?

Leave.

- Please, Omar. - Maybe this will clear things up.

"They should return him to the jungle and hang him."

"Fucking piece of shit monkey." "Blacks out of our schools!"

- Omar! - Should I go on?

I won't ask you again to go home! Please get out.

There's no such thing as neutrality.

You can't back both the abuser and the abused.

Enough.

Hello. My daughter's being detained.

She's devastated. Her name is Chloe.

- Ma'am, you can't come in. - I need to see her.

You call me ma'am one more time,

then my lawyer gets a call saying you're detaining minors.

He'll rip you a new one, okay? Hmm? Wanna play?

- Come on, why don't we give him a call? - Well, I'm just following orders.

Well, here's an order.

Let me see my kid.

Uh...

Mom, you don't get it.

If the police pick up on it, it'll lead them to Joel's blackmailing

and the video, then they'll be up in our shit.

Well, I'm choosing our family. Us three.

I'll figure out how to get Iván out of this.

Meanwhile, you keep an eye on that boyfriend of yours.

I can't believe you told Eric.

He heard us talk about the video. What the fuck could I do?

But don't worry. He won't say anything. I trust Eric.

But he's cuckoo! He's off the handle.

Mom, really?

Ring a bell?

Eric, does it ring a bell?

So you and Chloe didn't threaten Joel with this?

We didn't. We didn't see Joel.

So Joel wasn't blackmailing your mother with a video

that implicated her in a murder?

I'm sick of hearing about that, all right?

Sorry, but I'm tired of hearing

about this alleged video. No one's seen it.

No one's even proven it exists. Is it in your possession?

No. It's not.

Raúl committed suicide.

I can't believe we'll be living together.

What should we get, an apartment or a house?

Don't care, as long as you're there.

I mean that, Iván.

I can just imagine my life with you.

Iván?

Did Joel ever tell you about a secret party at Alumni?

He said he was going to work.

You know... doin' his thing.

But he didn't tell me where or with who.

All we really have so far is Dalmar's statement,

that he and Joel went to that party to, you know...

And that statement lines up perfectly with what Joel told Iván.

That he was going to work that night.

But that doesn't prove that there was a secret party.

It's still Dalmar's word against Eric and Chloe's.

Unless we find someone else who was at that party as well.

Someone who saw Eric and Chloe.

It'd prove they were lying to us.

- Need something to eat? - No, thank you.

Carmen.

Why are you here?

Helping you.

Iván, the judge ordered you be sent to prison with a bail.

A bail that is way too high for each of you.

What's the bail?

That's where he set it.

If we pay, do we go free?

No. If you pay, you can stay in your own home till the trial,

instead of waiting in jail that entire time.

Well, you handle my money.

Pay my bail and also Dalmar's.

I'm sorry.

- The judge had your accounts frozen. - What for?

Well, he saw that you were paying Joel's tuition.

In addition to some other payments.

Therefore, until the trial is done, you won't be able to access them.

I'm sorry.

I can pay your bail, dear.

Since when do you have all that cash?

Right.

From that promise you never kept.

- You're still here. - Mm. Still here.

And it's a good thing I am.

Because now I can help you, right?

How are you?

Pissed off. Like we all are.

I can't stop thinking about Joel.

And... you were right.

What do you mean?

Life is way too short.

I don't wanna waste mine thinking about Raúl.

They question you yet?

Yeah.

Should we get some air?

What's the matter?

Nothing. Everything's fine.

What is it?

I don't want to upset you.

Let it out. Go for it.

The cops asked me about Eric and Chloe. They're suspects in the murder.

What's wrong?

You know something.

Nico, if the two of us can't trust each other...

Eric is innocent, but it was his knife that killed Joel.

And it's so fucked up 'cause he and Chloe

just wanted to scare him before...

Well, what happened.

Scare him? But why?

Nico, let me help you through this.

You and your cousin.

'Cause with Chloe in the middle, it's fucked.

It sort of affects you.

More than sort of. It's going to affect you quite a lot.

Joel was blackmailing Chloe's mother with a video.

What kind of video?

A video of Raúl?

I haven't seen it, but I'm pretty sure it's about his death.

You need someone to take care of you.

And I'd be delighted to do it.

I've actually prepared a room for you at the house.

Thank you.

My darling boy. My darling boy.

Cry it out. Cry. Let it all out. All of it.

Let it out.

I'm just really scared.

I mean...

... not just of ending up in jail, but also...

I don't know how to go on without Joel.

Now I have no one.

- You can find a way! - I'm alone.

You can do it. You can. You're strong.

- And a survivor. Do you hear me? - I'm really not.

You are. You are.

And after losing my dad, I just feel...

I just can't handle any more suffering. It's all too much.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

You are not alone.

'Cause now I'm here.

I'm here to help.

Know your mother is here for you.

I'll stay right by your side.

Hmm? I'll be there for you whenever you need.

Whenever you want.

Do you understand that, honey?

Do you?

Yeah.

Tell me what I can do for you in the meantime.

Just tell me whatever you need. What would make it better? Anything?

I don't want Dalmar to go to jail.

He didn't do this either.

On top of that, they're targeting him with this terrible hate campaign.

Pay his bail?

Oh, my love, I can't afford his bail too. I can't.

- I'm broke. - And the two million?

I had to pay off a bunch of debts

that I accrued over the... the years, and...

But we'll see. José Luis and I are gonna figure out how to fix it.

I promise you that.

I'll do whatever's in my power.

Shh.

Look right here.

- What are you now? A magician? - Just relax.

Okay, fine. I'll relax.

And now...

- Hmm. - Sleep.

And now this. Hmm?

Mm.

How was it?

- Let's go. I'm ready. - Yeah.

Come here. Come here.

We have something to tell you.

- Sit down. Yeah. Sit down, come on. - Okay.

- All right, dude. - There we go.

Go ahead.

Well, um, Iván and I are gettin' a place together.

Why the face? What's the matter?

Ah. You think we're rushing it?

No, actually.

You guys are so cute, it's disgusting.

No, it's that... I'm assuming that you're planning to get a mansion,

and it'll be somewhere in the suburbs, and I won't ever see you again.

- Well, that's the idea. - Yep.

But! Almost, but not quite.

And, for the record, this was Iván's idea.

What?

The idea... that you come live with the two of us.

Joel needs you.

And if Joel is happy, I'm happy.

So you're happy, Joel's happy, we're all happy living together.

I love you.

- Me too. - Are you serious right now?

- Yeah, of course I am. - Yeah.

I couldn't live without all your bad moods.

- And your crazy ideas. - Look...

- And your bullshit... - All right. You made your point, dickhead.

Bring it in, then.

Come here.

Friendship, it's magical.

I love you.

You too, dickhead.

Why are you here?

This is José Luis, my lawyer.

A friend too.

A friend who happens to also be a lawyer.

- And we're here to help you, Dalmar. - Help me?

Well, I'm going to read you some things that people are saying online.

"Give the animal the death penalty." "Poor Iván."

"That shitty illegal Arab is the guilty one."

Arab?

- Can't even get my race right. - Please, dear.

Right now, it's their hatred you should be focusing on,

not worrying about precision.

How 'bout, "Hope the Black guy gets it in prison."

"Fucking terrorists coming to kill us."

"Can we send him back to Africa?" "Hang the... "

Well, yeah. It's all horrible. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

- What are you doing? - Just letting you know.

It's bleak out there, okay?

Because online, the court of public opinion says you're guilty,

and I think a real court also will.

But I'm innocent.

Are you really all that innocent?

An innocent blackmailer, huh?

That's a first.

I'm not a killer.

You'll have to practice a lot in front of a mirror

to get them to believe that.

Sometimes they need a temporary scapegoat just to appease the mob.

It's actually a pretty common thing in the justice system. Hmm?

That way, public opinion is silenced,

and it buys law enforcement time to find the real culprit.

It's quite a regular practice in cases like yours.

- Justice is very unjust, isn't it? - You think I killed Joel?

What I think isn't what's important, Dalmar.

Let's be practical.

If you were to confess, the judge might go easy on you.

Because you admitted to it and were very remorseful.

- Mm-hmm. - This benefits everyone.

Even you and your family.

Fuck, Carmen.

I'm Black, but I'm not a dumbass.

You really thought I would buy that shit?

José Luis came all the way here to take note of your confession.

You sign the statement, and everything is settled, hmm?

And I'll ensure your loved ones are all well taken care of in Somalia.

- Okay? - Guinea-Bissau.

Guinea, Somalia... Almost the same.

They're very different.

Are you listening to anything I'm telling you?

I'm going to ensure your family never has to worry again.

And me?

You'll spend a few years in jail, here. In Spain.

We would make sure it's not too many.

The rest of the sentence, you would serve there, near your family,

with your loved ones.

And you're doing all this to get rid of me, aren't you?

So they won't blame your son.

I think it's funny.

No one imagines it's him, but they're certain that I'm the killer.

Mm-hmm.

'Cause of my skin color.

I won't do it. Hell no.

I wouldn't do it either.

If I had other options or if I were innocent.

Are you innocent, Dalmar?

It was those two.

They're distracting us to frame him.

Without any proof, there's nothing we can do.

There's a witness somewhere. The whole damn school was there.

Ovi.

Ovi! Ovi!

Wait.

I need a favor.

- Holy shit. There! - Wait.

- What? - Go back.

Stop, stop.

- What? What do you see? - Does this thing zoom?

Yeah, sure.

What are they carrying?

That's pretty big.

It's Joel's body.

Who is it?

I can't see fucking shit. I have an idea.

Coming from... See that? Alumni.

Héctor and Emilia.

There it is. I knew it! God damn it!

- I have the tranquilizers. - Give 'em here.

If they find out you're popping pills, they'll...

I need them. I don't care. Emi!

- No. - What part don't you fucking understand?

I can't bear this pain. I need them to piece me back together.

Stop it! You're not the one who killed Joel!

I know, but he's still gone!

And I'm never gonna see him again.

I don't recognize you.

When are you finally gonna stop behaving like a goddamn fairy

and start acting like a real fucking man?!

There's no more Joel! Joel is gone.

And it's the best thing for you!

He was diminishing you. You weren't you anymore.

Now what is it?

- It was you. - It was me what?

- You think I'm a killer? - You hated his guts.

- Okay, you've lost your fucking mind. - You were so jealous.

You know what? Go ahead, take all of them!

You clearly do need them.

How could I have been so stupid?

During the party, you came in while we were sleeping.

And when you saw us together in bed...

the jealousy made your blood boil.

You.

Héctor, I get that you're upset over losing him,

but I haven't killed anyone.

Your jealousy, god damn it.

It always gets the best of you.

I know it was you who went behind my back

to arrange for Joel to sell himself

to Pier and Guillermina.

To keep him from me.

He told me last night before you killed him.

I wish it was your throat that you'd slit. Not his.

No.

Héctor, please. Take the pills.

Just breathe. Come on. Breathe.

Don't touch me!

To me, you're dead, Emi.

Héctor!

Héctor!

What is it we're looking at?

Hello?

- Two guys taking out the trash? - It's Joel's body.

How do you know that?

Coming from Alumni.

So Alumni taking out the trash.

Oh my God! It's Héctor and Emilia carrying Joel.

They're the killers.

- They almost killed me. - What?

Elaborate.

No. Never mind.

I wish I could tell you. Please trust me. Just take my word for it.

Guys, all this drone stuff, them taking out the trash,

you almost getting killed, but then you go quiet?

Just stop. I know you're improvising

and doing whatever you can to save your friend.

Go get some sleep.

"Save him"? Save him from what?

Dalmar's asked to go confess before the judge.

He's Joel's killer.

Case closed.

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